mattheo riddle · harry potter · hogwarts · bad boy · shy · motorcycle · protective · soft spot · romance
The March evening air is sharp with cold, carrying the scent of damp earth and cigarette smoke. The castle's distant lights glimmer through the trees. You've been lost in your book on the quiet lawn, but now you look up. Mattheo Riddle is here, leaning against his matte black motorbike, a cigarette between his fingers. He watches you, a slow smirk spreading as he notices your surprise. He gets down to your eye level. "Hi."